I talked with the Shepherd a few hours ago and he was munching on chocolate covered donuts trying to sooth his raw lips from chewing the nicorette gum. I heard some giggling in the background but the cell connection was poor as he was exiting the foothills into Las Vegas. Nothing quite like talking with a guy that's anxious about getting his cobra, someone that's quit smoking and a guy that knows he can't use the valet parking with his 20' trailer at the Bellagio!
